Amsterdam.

Kruiff, with a stern face, pressed the remote control and turned off the television.

"The club's management are all a bunch of parasites, a pile of good-for-nothings!"

"Shameless!"

"They spent 400 million, and they still get slaughtered by Real Madrid and Chelsea?"

"Our La Masia number 4 position..."

Bang!

The white-haired old man raised his foot, powerfully and heavily, kicking over the coffee table.

The loud noise startled the caregiver and chef, who rushed over.

"Wasn't he clapping his hands and laughing when Li scored?"

"Go and see what's wrong!"

Seeing the old man with a voice like a bell, a straight back, and full of energy, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Huh?

It seemed that the Holy Cruyff's physical condition had been "looking" better and better in recent years!

"I'm fine!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Of course, you're fine! We must maintain a happy mood!"

The caregiver skillfully opened the video recorder and inserted the compilation disc of all the La Masia number 4s throughout the ages.

On both sides of the cabinet, the 30-year-old AtC home speakers emitted a burst of noise.

Then, the familiar BBC commentary sounded:

"Coming on as a substitute is...17-year-old youngster - Li Kang!"

"He comes from the La Masia youth academy!"

Nou Camp.

The glory of red and blue fades.

The deep blue flag flutters in the night wind.

"Blue is the Colour" echoes in the land of the Catalans.

Blue.

Our dream.

"The game is over!"

"Chelsea has won a crushing victory!"

"A war of annihilation."

"A great extinction."

"Li Kang, his name has become Barcelona's lingering nightmare and curse."

"For three consecutive years, he has conquered the magnificent Nou Camp stadium in the Champions League, representing three different clubs."

"The abandoned son of La Masia did not return home, and the dream of the peak Dream Team IV that people expected is ultimately a bubble."

"The changing of the guard!"

"We may be witnessing the rise of a deep blue dynasty!"

"Congratulations to Chelsea, and best wishes to Barcelona."

The commentator couldn't help but scratch his feet.

Chelsea this season is a bit abnormally strong.

Not only are the players strong, but also the "tactical genius" Tuchel, no one can figure out his next move, which greatly increases the workload of major media "post-match tactical analysis."

His gaze swept across the crazy comments section.

It was all what 7+, negative other, don't want money, kill Barcelona for me, software hardening engineer, ordering takeout, lifelong fan...

Rakitić only played for a few minutes, but he still managed to get Li Kang's jersey.

Barcelona nightmare?

The Croatian midfielder has already collected several of Li Kang's "match-worn" jerseys.

Due to contract disputes, Rakitić's Nou Camp career may soon come to an end.

Showdown.

No more pretending.

He trotted happily to the interview area.

Facing the reporter's microphone, he said in a serious tone:

"This game was very unfair to Barcelona."

"Because Li was too strong tonight, so strong that he doesn't seem like an earthling, you can't stop his advance at all!"

"His existence makes me feel like I'm playing like a piece of shit."

"I am lucky to have the opportunity to appreciate Li's wonderful performances up close and in person every year."

"I'm praying, praying that I don't meet him in next year's World Cup!"

Tuchel shook hands with Valverde.

His eyes were full of sympathy:

Another Barcelona coach who is about to be fired by Li...

Fàbregas and Pedro rushed out of the bench, embracing and comforting the frustrated Barcelona old partners.

Bonds, partners, village...

Grew up together.

Trained together.

Fought side by side.

All kinds of past emotions intertwined and lingered at this moment, and several big men hugged each other for warmth.

"If you hadn't faked an injury and fallen to the ground, how could Morata have scored the last goal!"

"His hand touched my hair!"

Far away.

Messi walked silently towards the tunnel alone, and no one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

Morata was still not satisfied, putting his arm around Li Kang's shoulder, gesturing non-stop with the other hand, chattering like a cannon, and seriously describing the tacit cooperation between the two in the game.

"Li, this season I will become the European assist king!"

"What are you laughing at? Believe me, I can definitely do it!"

Hearing these words.

Diego Costa was a little confused: Isn't a striker's season goal the Golden Boot? But the assist king?

Kanté took off his jersey and hung it on his shoulder, trotted to the sidelines, took out two bottles of sports drinks and went back to hand them to Li Kang.

"Li, drink water!"

The little black egg was originally a pure defensive midfielder. Last season, under the guidance of Conte, he completed his transformation and was also told to read the game more and use his brain more to organize the attack.

But he doesn't want to use his brain to organize the attack now.

It's smartest to just pass the ball to Li after the steal.

Hazard touched his stomach, he hesitated: Should I reward myself with a burger, after all, I scored a goal today too.

Not far away.

Buffon took off his gloves, patted Čech on the shoulder, and stopped talking.

Post-match press conference.

Tuchel was radiant and high-spirited.

"Our tactical deployment was very successful! The players' execution was also very strong!"

"Chelsea suppressed Barcelona in all aspects!"

"A stroke of genius? Li's wonderful moment of breaking away from four people in a row? Well, yes, of course I know him very well, and I will never stifle his imagination and creativity!"

"Becoming the coach of Chelsea is the most correct choice in my coaching career."

"I have nothing to say about the result of tonight's game. Going all out is respect for Barcelona."

"Chelsea will respect every opponent in the future."

After a while.

Valverde came to the press conference.

Like a warrior rushing to the battlefield.

He took a deep breath.

"I am the sinner of Barcelona."

"It's all my fault, there was a problem with my tactical deployment."

Li Kang's Nou Camp trip is over.

He and his teammates took a flight back to London overnight.

A group of Blues fans had already gathered at the arrival gate.

Like welcoming a triumphant warrior.

Flags, posters, jerseys, banners... vibrated enthusiastically above the crowd.

It was drizzling.

It couldn't extinguish the flames in the hearts of the Blues fans.

"Lee!!!"

Dino looked puzzled: They won against Barcelona, why is the treatment the same as winning the Champions League?

After a long time.

Li Kang returned home accompanied by his little assistant.

His phone was filled with all kinds of messages.

Encouragement and...worries from the grandpa group: Völler was worried that his current style of play would hurt his ankles.

Congratulations from former teammates.

And the praise and confessions of several little girls.

He put down his phone again.

The system prompt sounded quietly.

[Ding! Mission completed: Tears of Nou Camp.]

[Mission receipt: Does your heart...not hurt?]

[Congratulations on obtaining: Barcelona Legend Platinum Treasure Chest.]

Li Kang didn't look at the prize pool.

He was a little tired.

[The Platinum Treasure Chest is opening...Congratulations on obtaining: Maradona "Ball Sense" Module (Fragmented, Permanent Passive)]

[Devil and angel.]

[Madness and infatuation.]

[Sorrow and joy.]

[Stepping onto the green field but not being able to shoot is like dancing with your sister.]

[I just want people to let me live my own life, I never wanted to be a role model.]

[Even if I die, I will not let go of football.]

(End of this chapter)